The bullock cart continues northbound.
Although there are only five tunes, the melody always surrounds Ling Muyun's mind.
"Brother Kuang, have you ever heard of the story of Nie Zheng assassinating the King of Han?"
"The four great assassins Zhuan Zhu, Nie Zheng, Yu Rang, and Jing Ke believed in the death of a scholar as their confidant, and had the reputation of being a chivalrous person. After Nie Zheng succeeded, he was afraid of harming his mother, so he plowed his face, and no one could recognize his face. This is Neither?"
"Let's face it later, there is another thing in the middle. Cai Yong's "Qin Cao" records that Nie Zheng failed in his first assassination attempt, fled to Mount Tai, and practiced piano with the immortal for more than ten years!"
Ling Muyun's words were so convincing that Ji Kuang was filled with doubts: "How come I haven't heard of this paragraph? I've read Cai Yong's "Qin Cao" several times, so why haven't I seen the source of what you said?"
"I've seen it before, in Goulan Qu."
"Then how can it be taken as true?" Ji Kuang continued: "Isn't it just a random fabrication?"
"The song you just played is very similar to what Poppy played. However, the music is completely different from Brother Kuang's chilling aura."
When Ji Kuang was playing, Ling Muyun was attracted by the momentum and did not pay attention to the tune.
Unexpectedly, these musical notes could not be forgotten along the way. Ling Muyun thought about it for a long time.
It turned out that Poppy had played it before, otherwise, it seemed vaguely familiar to me.
"Okay, even if Poppy has played it, there are countless tunes in the world. Occasionally there are similar tunes, which is extremely normal." Ji Kuang's knowledge of music scores is by no means as superficial as what Ling Muyun heard from Goulan.
Ling Muyun did not refute and continued: "That song is called "Nie Zheng Assassins the Korean Puppet"!"
"Country songs are always arty, but they are just..."
Ji Kuang's voice stopped suddenly.
Nie Zheng, failure, entering the mountains, learning music, Cai Yong, Qin Cao, plus the legend of Ji Kang's "Guangling San"...
"You mean "Guangling San" is "Nie Zheng's Assassination of Han Puppet"?" Ji Kuang's face was full of disbelief.
"It's very possible!" Ling Muyun nodded and took a sip of kumiss.
Soothes the throat without being gross.
"Even so, the ancestors entered the master realm with "Guangling San", which may be more mysterious."
Ji Kuang already agreed with it in his heart, but he still couldn't figure out the connection.
"Have you ever seen a chicken lay an egg? The piece of paper you took may be to attract the egg."
Ling Muyun's words were like a huge stone thrown into the calm water, causing huge waves.
The most important thing about piano repairing is the state of mind, and the only thing that could change Ji Kuang's state of mind so much was "Guangling San" that Ji had never forgotten.
"Brother Ling, as you said, I'm afraid I can only accompany you here." Ji Kuang hesitated for a moment and said.
If there is news about Guangling San, whether it is true or false, Ji Kuang must verify it himself.
"How do you know that Poppy is not in Tushan?" Ling Muyun seemed confident.
"What's the explanation? Is it possible that you and Poppy have a connection?"
"No, no, if she wants to see the Northwest King, she must go through Tushan."
Tushan is the only road leading to the Xiate Ancient Road where the Northwest King is stationed.
"So, you went to Tushan to look for her?" Ji Kuang's words touched Ling Muyun's heart.
Unknowingly, the admiration for the poppy turned into love.
There is music in Tushan, exotic style?
"There is music in the massacre, and it's an exotic scene." Ling Muyun lay on the carriage.
The sky is blue, and the blue is so clear that it makes the vultures flying in the sky look even smaller.
Just like Tushan City, it is pitifully small, even smaller than Dingbeicheng, and has no name.
But Tushan is very high, as high as the clouds.
The valley at the foot of Tushan Mountain is very deep, bottomless deep.
Tushan City is right in the middle
You have to pay taxes when entering and exiting Tushan City, and the soldiers guarding the city conducted very detailed checks.
Check one by one, and pluck the hair one by one.
Ling Muyun is not worried.
The conferment of a thousand-person captaincy was not easy to implement in the Qin Dynasty, and it is doubtful whether anyone in the Jin Dynasty would buy it.
But in Tushan and the Xiate Ancient Road, the king of the northwest is the sky.
You will be outside, and your orders will not be accepted.
The king of the northwest has long since lost his destiny.
"Master Captain, please!"
There are only two gates in Tushan City. The east gate is very short. To enter the city, you only need to jump.
The west gate is very high, and Si Zhonglang can just use the strength to jump up.
The city is very crowded, with people, cattle, sheep, horses and camels.
"It's rare to be able to dress like Jiangnan Jinfeng in such a remote place."
Ling Muyun and his wife chose an inn that caught their eye and settled down for the time being.
Tingyuxuan has a poetic and picturesque name, but it is incompatible with the scenery of Tushan Mountain.
"It's better to call it Jiange." Ji Kuang muttered quietly.
The shopkeeper is a woman with heavy makeup and half exposed plump figure. I don’t know who gave her the name Hu Erniang.
"Hey, two young brothers, do you want to stay in a restaurant or stay in a hotel?" Hu Erniang sucked and swallowed the saliva that reached the corner of her mouth: "This one has thin skin and tender flesh! It's not like those rough and wild men who are annoying to look at. "
"Master, your face is so pale? Are you sick? Come, let me take a look." After saying that, he reached out and touched Ji Kuang's forehead. The rabbit almost burst out, but was taken back by the shopkeeper.
During the Jin Dynasty, femininity was the norm, and men loved to take pictures of themselves in the mirror.
Ji Kuang is very fair, so Hu Erniang naturally has a heartfelt affection for Ji Kuang.
"Two upper rooms." Ji Kuang dodged the shopkeeper's hand and took out a gold ingot from the package.
"Young Master, I'm very polite. I don't have the final say in the inn? If Master is willing, how can I use such a vulgar thing?" Hu Erniang didn't take the gold ingot, twisted her waist and squeezed out from the front desk: "Damn waiter, let him do it earlier. Wider.”
"Hu Erniang, are you afraid that you want to suck this boy to death?"
"Toad, are you going to eat the swan?"
The diners were obviously regular customers. They glanced at the shopkeeper and spoke dirty words.
"Damn it, food can't stop your mouths, can it?"
Hu Erniang took out a few pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and threw them at the man who was talking nonsense, making the whole room burst into laughter again.
The inn in Tushan has a heated bed.
Unlike the Shibanya Inn in Qiuci, which only has Tianzi houses and Dizi houses, Tingyuxuan has Tiandi people, Tongbu, woodsheds, and horse pens, all of which can accommodate people.
The inn is not small, but the people staying there are from all walks of life.
The food is rough, with large pieces of meat, mixed and cooked, depending on the season, and there are few fresh vegetables.
"Shopkeeper, where can I go to listen to music?"
The two of them had just arrived, and they were not like Qiuci. Ji Kuang called at the front station and asked Hu Erniang.
"Then what's the benefit of listening to music? If the young master can't bear it, I can play two songs."
Sheep were being killed in the backyard again, and their screams were miserable.
"Don't bother, we are also looking for old friends."
"Tingfeng Pavilion, the women there are very thin and tasteless." A diner interjected.
"Waiter, add half a catty of mutton to this distinguished guest!" Hu Erniang laughed, her flesh trembling.
Tushan City is not big, so naturally Tingfeng Pavilion is not far away.
Different from the once-in-ten-year dream, the once-in-ten-year dream is much more advanced.
Tingfeng Pavilion, sounds come and go.
There are also those tunes, which are just a way for waiters without customers to attract customers.
"Didn't I say that Tushan has a unique and exotic atmosphere?" Ling Muyun's eyes widened.
"This kind of style is not uncommon." Ji Kuang saw Ling Muyun looking at him and smiled sarcastically: "I passed by and never tasted it."
"In that case, why don't you ask Tu Haojie? Wouldn't it be disrespectful not to visit Tu Haojie when you arrive at Tushan Mountain?"
Poppies are good at singing and dancing, but they don't know how to work in a brothel.
